He grins against her mouth, slings an arm casually around her shoulders as she settles in next to him, leans in to press his nose into her hair briefly. It's remarkable, how much Molly's presence stabilizes and warms him--she provides a calm he's deeply grateful for, a hope to hold on to. John and Rosie do too, in their way, but she manages to get through shields he's let down for no one else. He's not sure he could have gotten through the anniversary of Mary's death sober without her.
But it's getting easier, day by day, to imagine that Mary would indeed be happy for them. He allows the thought of her to retreat quietly, to be revisited later, letting the moment wash over him again.
"Not too late at all," he says lightly. "You generally sleep about forty-five minutes to an hour later on your days off, which gave me a reasonable window to work with."
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Date: 2017-12-12 03:12 am (UTC)But it's getting easier, day by day, to imagine that Mary would indeed be happy for them. He allows the thought of her to retreat quietly, to be revisited later, letting the moment wash over him again.
"Not too late at all," he says lightly. "You generally sleep about forty-five minutes to an hour later on your days off, which gave me a reasonable window to work with."